This is a song about "Basketb"

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.